Control: Light
It was half past 8.
The candles had almost burned down to a stub, dinner was cold and the wine he'd opened to let breathe now smelled more like vinegar.
Jack knew that Sam was still mad at him but he'd figured she would have at least came home so that they could talk. Snuffing the candles, he grabbed his keys and drove round to Sam's house. He growled in frustration as he pulled into her drive. Her car wasn't there and all the lights were out.
He took out his cell and dialled the mountain.
'Major Carter's lab.' he told the switchboard.
'Carter.' her voice rang clear as she answered the phone.
'It's nearly 9.' he said simply.
'I'm working on something.' she answered evasively.
'Don't lie to me.'
'I'm not lying to you, Sir.'
He shivered a little at the addition of 'Sir' at the end of that sentence. She wasn't necessarily lying to her CO but she was deliberately avoiding her husband.
'Fine.' he growled and hung up.
Jumping out his truck he cried aloud as he slammed the door shut.
'Fuck!' he growled to himself more quietly as he made his way to her house and let himself in. He grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and took up residence on the couch. As he finished his first beer, he began to wonder at the wisdom of waiting for her to come home while both of their emotions were running so high, but he needed her, needed to see her even if she ended up screaming in his face the entire time.
He smiled a little to himself, what little anger he felt dissipating. Instead, a simple happiness spread through him; regardless of what happened when Sam got home, he would spend time with his wife tonight.
He closed his eyes and nestled further into the cushions and waited. A grin spread over his lips as he heard her car pull into the drive way.
'How dare you?!' she very nearly screamed as she came though the door.
'What's mine is yours, honey.'
Aw hell, he just couldn't seem to stop his mouth from running away from himself these days. He pulled himself up and turned to her. She was livid, anger radiating off her in waves, her eyes boring holes into his very soul. His gut clenched in a familiar but not unpleasant way.
'Get out.' her voice sounded dangerously low.
'No.' he said slowly, drawing closer. 'Sam, I'm sorry.'
He saw a flash of sadness amidst the anger.
'I still want you to leave.' she growled, that darkness and anger clouding over her gaze once more.
'Sam, I just want to come home. Please.' he begged reaching for her.
She blocked him with her left hand, gripping his wrist tightly and pressing him back into the wall, her right hand at the centre of his chest.
His eyes flickered shut as he hit the wall. She was so close, he breathed in deeply, feeling heat pool in his belly and his arousal straining against his pants. God help him, he was actually getting turned on by this.
When he opened his eyes he saw her staring at him almost cruelly.
'Really, Jack?'
'What?' he said with a grin. 'I missed you.'
She rolled her eyes, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly.
'Sam, please.' he whispered sincerely, 'I know I hurt you.' At his words her gaze fell from his. 'I thought... I thought you made me weaker but I was wrong. I need you, Sam. Please just let me come home. I'll do anything.'
He felt her right hand trace down his torso, past his belt to grip him none to gently through is pants, causing him to grunt.
'I only want to hear two words from you tonight...' her eyes rose to his and his cock twitched in her hand at her dark and lustful gaze. 'Yes and Ma'am, got it?'
'Yes, Ma'am.' he whispered, aching for her. A small part of him was disappointed that she only wanted him physically, but he had said anything, and if this was what she needed right now it was something he was more than willing to provide.
She released him and took a small step back to observe him.
He felt bare under her gaze. His fingers twitched at his side, desperate to touch her.
She smirked, her sharp gaze catching the movement. 'That won't do.' she murmured and disappeared down the hall. 'You coming?'
'Yes, Ma'am.' he said following her, he stopped just inside her bedroom and watched as she pulled a silk tie from a drawer.
He couldn't help the shiver of horror that spread through his body at the sight.
'Strip and get on the bed.' she commanded turning back towards him.
It wasn't that a little bit of light bondage hadn't ever been part of his sexual repertoire. No, he'd certainly enjoyed this sort of thing in the past. It's just since being a POW, fewer things could turn him off faster than the idea of being tied down or restrained in any way.
He looked down surprised to still see a sizeable bulge in his pants. He frowned a little, it seemed as though his mind couldn't get in the way of what his body craved.
'Jack?' came an almost gentle enquiry from his still very pissed off wife.
'Yes, Ma'am.' he said with a nod and began removing his clothes.
She must have seen his hesitation, his worry. For as he lay on the bed his hands resting by his head, she straddled his chest still fully clothed and tied his wrists tightly, but as tightly as they were restrained, the knot used on his right hand had a quick release which she set in his left. Nothing could suppress the small groan that escaped him when he realised this and his length strained to it's fullest potential of it's own volition.
It would be her will that put him there, but from then on it would be his decision to stay.
He saw no softness in her when the small length of silk was set in his palm but that act itself was all he needed to feel reassured that this was what they both needed.
'Don't move.' she murmured her face inches from his own.
'Yes, Ma'am.' he said with growing confidence, finding that he was enjoying the scenario more and more.
He delighted in seeing the flash of arousal in those dark eyes hovering above him, this time it didn't fade behind anger, instead it continued, burning eternal.
She slid off him, he turned his head watching as she removed her clothes.
'I told you not to move. Eyes forward, Airman.'
He grinned, the words reminding him of her hand curling around his cock in her shower and bringing him to climax all those months ago at the very beginning of their relationship. 'Yes, Ma'am.' he murmured sexily, turning his head from her, his eyes focused on the ceiling.
The sound of her soft moan made his confidence grow. Even from this position he had some small measure of control.
Moments later and without any preamble, she straddled him and surged down on his hard length. He groaned loudly and arched under her as her warm wetness engulfed him. Any ideas he had about control disappeared instantly. The fact that she was so aroused suggested even she wasn't fully in control either. She groaned, her nails digging into his abdomen.
'I told you not to move.' she moaned.
'Yes, Ma'am.' he murmured forcing his body back down onto the bed.
She lowered her head and nipped the skin across his chest unforgivingly between her teeth as her short nails scratched down his sides.
He groaned forcing his body to remain still under her ministrations, his hands pulling at his restraints adding to the pain she was inflicting.
'Good.' she purred in his ear causing his cock to twitch deep inside her. 'Very good.'
'Yes, Ma'am.' he breathed his eyes following her as her torso rose from his.
She was absolutely breathtaking.
His eyes must have said as much as she smiled, truly smiled for the first time in weeks. He didn't have time to focus on her smile as she started moving over him an instant later.
It was heaven. And it was worth three weeks of hell.
She moved to her own rhythm, taking her time, teasing her body slowly with his until she shattered over him.
Once.
Twice.
On her third time round her control began to waiver and she ground down on him with wild abandon such that his own release threatened.
'Don't come.' she ordered as she started shaking over him.
'Yes, Ma'am.' he groaned, his muscles tensing, his wrists straining, the restraints digging into his skin as he fought to hold back.
Her eyes locked on his as she climaxed, her entire body shuddering as her hips rocked with every grip of her body around his length keeping her orgasm going until she finally cried out, overloaded with sensation, and collapsed utterly still onto his heaving chest.
She still hadn't moved by the time his breathing had evened out. He let another minute pass by before releasing his right wrist and smoothing this hands gently over her back.
She moaned lightly, her body curling to his. He rolled them carefully onto their sides and stroked her cheek gently.
'Sam.'
She hummed softly in response.
He smiled and kissed her temple.
'You okay?'
She nodded against his chest.
'I missed you.' he mumbled into her hair.
'I missed you too.' she whispered.
'I'm s...'
'Jack.' she said tilting her head up to look in his eyes. 'I love you.'
He growled and rolled them further until Sam was on her back, his body nestled between her thighs, his hard length still embedded in her warmth. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth hungrily.
Her hands fisted in his hair and her legs wrapped tightly around his hips.
'God, I love you.' he groaned, as he shifted his body pulling his knees under him.
'We should fight more often.' she moaned as he began to move over her.
'Not a chance in hell.' he grunted and drew one of her nipples into his mouth, making her body arch under him as his hips continued to rock slowly to hers.
She opened her mouth to argue her point, but what ever she was going to say was lost in a moan as he bit down gently.
He kissed up her throat and along her jaw, each touch of his lips making her shudder. Leaning back he smoothed his hands over every inch of her skin he could reach. Having three orgasms without a single touch from him had resulted in her skin being incredibly sensitive. The slightest stroke of his fingers, gentlest touch of his lips made her groan and grind down on his ever thrusting hips.
He watched her in utter fascination trying to ignore his impending climax.
'God, Jack.' she breathed her eyes rolling into the back of her head. All her small movements had lifted her hips from the bed until they rested atop his thighs.
Grabbing a pillow, he slid it under the small of her back before drawing his body back over hers.
'Yes.' she groaned loudly, her body responding positively to the new angle. Her eyes blinked furiously as she struggled to focus her gaze on his. She reached up and stroked his cheek, a grin spreading across her lips.
He smiled before, turning his head and kissing her palm gently. He closed his eyes, leaning into that touch as he moved harder and faster against her.
Suddenly, she was shuddering and moaning beneath him as another orgasm tore through her body but he couldn't stop, his own impending climax demanding he continue his thrusts. With each passing second her cries grew louder and louder until she was screaming and writhing under him, her body still pulling him to her.
At last, his entire body seem to convulse as his own orgasm overcame him, pressing his length impossibly deeper. Her muscles gripped at him rhythmically, almost perfect sync with the pulsing of his cock as he lost himself in her.
His arms shook as he lowered his torso to slowly to hers. Nestling his head between her breasts, he held onto her tightly and waited for his world to stop spinning.
He could still feel his heart thundering away in his chest even as hers slowed, his shoulders heaving with every breath though her ribs expanded in a soothing rhythm. Her fingers trailed gently through his hair, a touch so soft he quickly found himself on he brink of sleep.
'Jack, you okay?' he whispered.
'Hmm.' he mumbled in the affirmative.
She smiled and kissed the top of his head.
'As comfy as this is, you are kind of heavy.'
He hauled himself up and flopped onto his back at her side his eyes still shut tight. 'We're not fighting ever again... I don't think I have another one of those in me.'
She giggled softly and resting her head on his chest and looking up at him. 'You sure about that?'
'No.' he said smiling down at her and threaded his fingers though her hair. 'Hey.'
'Hey.' she whispered. 'I'm sorry. I knew that you had to distance yourself to get through the mission but I just wanted to be close to you.'
Jack kissed her softly. 'No, Sam. I need you. Always. I shouldn't have tried to push you away. I'm sorry.'
'We okay then?'
He grinned. 'Always.'
Sam's gaze fell on his still tied left wrist. Kneeling by his side, she drew his hand into her lap and loosened the knot carefully. 'I thought I'd lost you when I pulled out the tie.'
'You almost did.' he admitted softly.
Sam watched him carefully as she dropped the tie onto the floor before leaning down and kissing his wrist gently.
'I thought you were the sexually adventurous one.' she murmured against his skin.
He smiled slightly sadly. 'That sort of thing has kind of been a problem since Iraq.'
The colour drained from her face instantly and she sat upright. 'I... I'm sorry... I didn't...'
Jack smiled and drew her body against his until she straddled him. 'Sam, it's fine.'
'God, I feel like such and idiot.' she said pressing her face to his neck.
'I'm not gonna lie to you, the thought of it scared the shit out of me at first. But it felt right, it felt right with you.'
Sam lifted her head slowly, her gaze met his experimentally. 'Really?'
'Yeah, really. You can tie me down any time you like. And you don't need to be angry at me to do it either.' he said grinning.
'I love you.' she murmured with a smile and kissed him softly. 'And I think I'll take you up on that.'
'Yes, Ma'am.' he grinned and kissed her deeply.
